"If you like it, Third Young Master, I have a recipe for you to take back later."
Chu Jinglin blushed a little. He had never thought that he was so greedy for food before, but since Han Xiao had said it, it was difficult for him to refuse. He had to pretend to be indifferent and nodded. After all, it was you who wanted to give it to me.
"It seems that the Third Young Master is also very satisfied with the food. However, I never knew that food could be cooked in different ways. It's really amazing." Qinghe is now seven-tenths full, but looking at the food he still wants to eat some more.
But he is old and would feel bloated at night if he ate too much, so he put down his chopsticks with some disappointment.
Chu Jinglin nodded in agreement: "Yes, I have never seen such dishes even in the palace."
"No matter how exquisite the food in the palace is, if it doesn't taste good, you'll get tired of it after a while." Mr. Qinghe took a sip of soup and said slowly.
"Teacher, if you like it, please come here often in the future." Han Mingyuan said respectfully.
Hearing this, Mr. Qinghe's expression became visibly lost. He shook his head and sighed, saying, "Alas, I'm afraid there is no chance."
Han Mingyuan immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Mr. Qinghe in horror: "What's wrong, teacher?"
Seeing Han Mingyuan looking at him worriedly, Mr. Qinghe laughed again: "Don't worry, even I have been away for quite some time. Look, the Third Young Master has chased here. I guess he will be back in the next two days."
Chu Jinglin also nodded in agreement with Mr. Qinghe's words. He had already discussed this with Mr. Qinghe.
At least he didn't expect that Mr. Qinghe would come to tell the Han family in person.
Han Mingyuan's eyes suddenly turned red: "Teacher, you......"
"Well, you're not going to die. You'll have the Autumn Examination in two months. Once you pass, you'll go to Beijing to take the exam next year. We'll meet soon. Why don't you have confidence in yourself?"
As he spoke, Mr. Qinghe's voice turned cold.
"I don't dare, I just feel that we have just met the teacher not long ago..." Han Mingyuan's tone was very depressed. The teacher was like a stabilizing force by his side. He never thought that the teacher would go back so early.
Mr. Qinghe also looked reluctant, so was he.
Mr. Qinghe had not seen Han Mingyuan for 10 years and was about to return to Beijing in a hurry. He felt very complicated, but unfortunately he had to go back because he had to obey the emperor's order.
Fortunately, the master and disciple will meet again next spring.
"Don't worry, I have already made all the arrangements. I came here today to tell you that I will return to the capital with the Third Young Master in three days. I will be waiting for you in the capital then."
Han Mingyuan knelt before Mr. Qinghe and said, "I will never let you down."
"Get up. Don't be so sad. I'm happy today. Han Xiao, go get some wine." Mr. Qinghe's complicated expression disappeared and he spoke loudly to Han Xiao.
Han Xiao looked at Mr. Qinghe's children, Qingfeng and Mingyue, with embarrassment. The children frowned and said, "Sir, the imperial physician told you not to drink."
"I'm happy today, so I'll drink less. Just drink less."
Seeing that Mr. Qinghe was so stubborn, Qingfeng had no choice but to shake his head at Han Xiao.
Han Xiao had no choice but to ask the servants to bring some fruit wine so that Mr. Qinghe could drink less.
After three rounds of drinks, Han Mingyuan held Mr. Qinghe's hand and muttered non-stop.
Chu Jinglin can drink quite a lot, and these fruit wines are nothing to him, so he drinks with Han Xiao with clear eyes.
The young master was rather curious. He had never tasted this before. He looked at Han Xiao eagerly and whispered, "I want to drink some too."
Han Xiao smiled and said, "Then I'll give you a try."
As he handed the wine glass in his hand to the young master, Chu Jinglin disagreed and said, "Ruanruan, you are still young and can't drink this wine."
But the young master stubbornly turned his head away and didn't look at him. As a result, Han Xiao sniffed the wine glass in his hand lightly, and his nostrils moved slightly. A fragrance came from the wine glass, which was quite pleasant.
The young master took a sip out of curiosity, and a rich fruity aroma exploded in his mouth, making him feel a little intoxicated and a little addictive.
So the young master drank it all in one gulp. Besides the rich fruity aroma, there was also a taste of love that made the young master's eyes light up: "Sweet!"
Han Xiao nodded. These fruit wines were just drinks for men like them, but for someone like the young master who had never drunk alcohol, it would be easy to get drunk.
Seeing that the young master finished his glass and continued to look at him with the quilt in his hand, Han Xiao had no way to refuse and could only fill his glass again.
Anyway, the young master is already an adult, so drinking a little alcohol... should be... okay, right?
After drinking three cups in a row, Han Xiao refused to give him any more. The young master glared at him and said in a delicate voice, "I want more."
Chu Jinglin quickly hid the wine jug, and Mr. Qinghe also laughed at the cute drunk young master.
The drunk young master had a dazed look in his eyes and a red face, looking very cute and adorable.
Chu Jinglin couldn't help but laugh. The young master walked to Chu Jinglin, hugged his arm and called him brother softly.
His purpose was very clear, which was to ask for wine, but unfortunately Chu Jinglin was determined. He put the wine pot behind him and refused to give it to him.
The young master looked at Mr. Qinghe for help. Even though he was drunk, he knew who was the boss in the room.
Mr. Qinghe had seen such a naive young man for a long time, and he couldn't help but want to tease the young master: "Ruanruan, you are already drunk and can't drink anymore."
The young master was swaying and almost unable to stand: "I'm not drunk, Grandpa, I'll drink a little more, just a little bit, okay."
The young master gestured with a slender white finger and looked like he was about to cry.
Mr. Qinghe looked at the young master's aggrieved expression and couldn't bear to watch any longer: "Jinglin, give Ruanruan some more to drink. This is fruit wine, it should be fine."
Seeing that Mr. Qinghe had spoken, Chu Jinglin had no choice but to pour another half cup for the young master.
The young master held the wine glass carefully and hid it in Han Xiao's arms. His brother was a bad guy and didn't even let him drink anything delicious.
Hearing the young master mumbling softly, Han Xiao couldn't help but laugh. Although Chu Jinglin didn't hear it, he could guess what the young master was saying.
I couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake my head. Now my brother still holds a grudge against me. I hope Ruanruan won't remember anything after he sobers up.
Seeing the young master's increasingly confused expression, Han Xiao picked him up by the waist and said to Mr. Qinghe, "Grandpa, Third Young Master, I'll take Ruanruan back first. You guys enjoy it."
Mr. Qinghe also stood up and shook his head: "It's getting late, I should go back too. I'll prepare to return to Beijing in three days. You don't have to see me off then. I'm too old to bear the atmosphere of separation."
Han Mingyuan disagreed and wanted to refute, but was stopped by Mr. Qinghe: "Mingyuan, listen to the teacher and prepare well. I will wait for you in the capital. Jinglin, let's go back."
After saying that, he no longer looked at Han Mingyuan and strode out the door. His clear and determined eyes did not show that he was drunk at all.
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